Volume: CBÉ 0106
- Date
- 1935
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- Long long ago there was a smith. He was a very good smith and got a lot of work to do. After a while he started to drink like every good tradesman and it wasn't long until he was as poor as a church-mouse. He lost some of his trade then as well.
One day he was in the forge sitting on the bench and [?] very down in the mouth, as he had drank an awful lot the day before and had no work to do this day. He was sitting there for a long time brooding over his sorrow in silence when a big black man walked into the forge. The poor smith got a fright as he never saw the like of such a man before. He was black all over(continues on next page)